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Yeah yeah

AJ from the Lane, Link Up TV Mic Check

AJ Tracey

Oi West London stand up

North-West stand up

Shout out my Brixton massive



Yo, look

But it ain't Tottenham, but it ain't Tottenham

Can't chat about no Arsenal

Man are from, man are from

But it ain't Tottenham, true say that my dad lived in Tottenham

In my crib man can't chat about Arsenal

Man are from

Look



Yo

Check it, look

My whole team getting high off sativa

My food's peng like Erin Budina

If you ain't gang, then you can't get a feature

I don't follow back chicks, I'm a leader

She don't wanna give blows, she a diva

She just wanna give blow to the reefer

I got a brown skin push-up Latina

I beat it up, then I bang on the FIFA

I don't bring your girl round, I'm a teefer

She said her team got hotter like a fever

I ain't tryna be a stayer or a leaver

I want FaceTime, I don't wanna beat her

Nah, FaceTime, I don't wanna mash that

Trapstar hoodie and a snapback

I don't even smoke, but I back straps

Push up your wig and it snap back

My whole team in black cah we're anti

Your whole team tryna sing like Ashanti

My peng tings looking artwork, Banksy

She come around then she take off the panty

Woah, off pant, take off the thong

Us man were cold from 19 How Long

I remember getting shots while I'm on FIFA

Then tryna text like "AJ, how long?"

Now I'm doing shows, I'm earning that wong

Can't surf with me, the wave is too strong

Tell a man how can trapping be dead

When I been getting all my packs of food gone?

Yeah, my connect's still alive and well

Still on my case, tryna line up cells

I'm just tryna cool nuh like Tobz

Like Gohan, I ain't tryna find them Cells

Woah, I used to push Charlie, now Charlie's pushing me

Had the cats on my line something like Pusha T

Shelled airwaves then I got a music degree

Not literally, I do music for P

I ain't gotta bang man using for me

My cause said 'Trace, use it for free'

I'm active, no way I'm losing the beef

Come to a show, I got girls in abundance

Fuck the jakes with the cuffs and the truncheons

Couldn't shut down a PC at your nans gaff

But you wanna hate when I'm shutting down Functions

Boom-Burger, double cheese, no onions

South-West, rep both of the Londons

I was out there getting yacked in Dublin

Dashing Euros down the drain by the hundreds

My iPhone died, pissed

But it's all good cah the brick phone's banging

This ain't just music, hear what I'm saying

I get the drop, interceptors start slanging

No COD, send the opp and I'll frag him

Like Grim said, "man ah black bin bag him"

Starting with me is a myth, don't do it

Saw the man bring a big black MAC in

The wheel's not deep, look at you catting

Itching your arms, look at you man gagging

Me, I have fun and I play with the beat

But I do when I buss, you can say a man's shagging

I don't bun dro, that's not me

But see me in the party fam, I'm lagging

Land in the rave, don't need no tagging

Real name Flex don't need no padding

Don't pretend to miss the drop like me

If you see somebody do it shout 'AJ T'

Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley

Bare man wanna be a AJ follower

I need workers so it's fine by me

I'll sponsor youts with a few Nike's

You're my son if you're running with a style like me

I said don't pretend to miss the drop like me

If you see somebody do it shout 'AJ T'

Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley

Bare man wanna be a AJ follower

I need workers so it's fine by me

I'll sponsor youts with a few Nikes

You're my son if you're running with a style like me

Ladbroke Grove is where I reside

Man get burst up on the G side

Last bredda went and got his door kicked off

All cause he asked Jay for a 3.5

Anyone who said he touched me, he lied

Man thought West was a joke, he tried

My block's just like a hornet's nest

Your block's sweet just like a beehive

Anywhere that we got beef, we drive

Didn't even hit him that hard, he died

If you get boomed with the 44 long

Critical hit, no chance to revive

Don't think cause you got a pouch, you're bad

Knife in the pouch or not, you'll get skied

Wooden handle on a old school spinner

Hit man with the brunettes, get dyed

Don't think cause you're in a whip, you're sick

Tings in the car or not, you'll get pitched

Golden teeth, we loading that scram

Hit man with the blonde tips, get lift

Us man grind on the road, don't grift

Call up Strally and make a boy shift

Your girl said she needs me on her birthday

I wrapped her pum-pum like "take this gift"

Run up in a man's yard, ask for the raw

Tie a man to a chair or the the front door

Tell a man's mum "shut your mouth, be quiet"

Push man's likkle bro onto the floor

Then dash man's Xbox games and a bunch

Then eat your younger sibling's packed lunch

Don't think cause I say cool, you're safe

Still make a man's dad go and hit cunch



Dun know

AJ from the Lane, get 'em man